Jackin' around that old jazz townWas like draggin' a dried up lakeI turned every stone I could turnAnd I took about all I could takeDead soldiers lined up on the barLaying down in the morning sunThank god I've been leaving that placeSince the day I was bornYou should have listenedYou don't know whatYou're missing nowSometimes

Small circles a head full of smokeI drove the loop in my '65Thrift store shoesThe grand emporium bluesMan I'm lucky to be aliveI put my foot right through the floorAnd headed south in the pouring rainDo you remember that girlI don't remember her nameShe should have kissed me thoughI know she's missing me nowSometimes

Streamline powerglideA box of peachesOn the passenger sideFree at lastI said great god almightyAll skate it's a blind dateA book of matchesAnd a big boilerplateFree at lastI say great god almighty